I don't know how often one of my drawings clearly conveys what I was feeling when it was being
created, but I feel like this particular drawing expresses it perfectly. It was made a few hours after getting some hard news, news about a loss, and unable to focus on anything, I sat down to work. Maybe it's the combination of light and dark, or maybe it's the webbed lines that are both reaching and falling. Maybe it's because I realized after making the drawing that the minty green background was a color very much associated with the person I lost. Or maybe it is because I feel like the drawing shares the imagery of both a beginning and an ending, a new growth and the end of season. I think I am simply trying to find the beauty in all of it in this drawing.